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i wonder if you feel the same

i wanna waste my time with you do you think its too soon ill waste it all away just so you can stay i wanna to start all over again to relive the day it rained do you think wed still make it how much more can i take before i feel it break? i wonder if you feel the same? i wonder if you feel the same? when it starts to change we can start all over again when it starts to change we can start all over again




i cant help the feeling

i cant help but notice the details the parallels between now and before the talking and laughing but to no avail it didnt stop us from becoming more in the library you look up to the ceiling theres something in my chest i dont get this feeling maybe i can look past this but you called me a model and suddenly i cant grasp this the thoughts and ideas of you in my head youre still around and its starting to spread into my dreams, into my life i know its over, this will subside but if youre ever around or youre in town i might just fall apart, i could cry, and just break down.. were playing fluorescent adolescent imagining the two of us using all senses but i cant be making any sense of this all of this is coming up youre so fucking relentless the thoughts and ideas of you in my head youre still around and its starting to spread into my dreams, into my life i know its over, this will subside but if youre ever around or youre in town i might just fall apart, i could cry, and just break down.. but im alright




run sunday 3rd june

took too many wrong turns ended up on a new street couldn’t remember the place where we used to meet but i still go on runs without you its no fun i still go on runs missing you now youre gone




good at being sorry

tell me why when i think of you i cry theres so much more you said you want to write but i know that you write as pretty as i do and ill always be good at being sorry theres something in the back of my mind i didnt have the time we always seem to run out of time sometimes my love just isn’t enough but i know that you can write as pretty as me and ill always be good at being sorry